Bounced Sanity

by | May 11, 2011 | Little Angie, Little Life | 16 comments

Sanity Bounce
It had been one of those days.

Read: uber fucking shitful.

My shoulders were situated somewhere just above my ears. 

Read: I was uber fucking uptight.

B got home from work. I threw the kids at him and retreated downstairs to put a load of washing on (me time!). 

I was sorting clothes and trying my best to breathe, to ease those shoulders down a notch or two, to soften the tension that knotted my every fibre.

But it wasn't working. Laundry as stress-buster? No.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was hitching up my dress into my knickers and heading into the back yard where I clambered onto the trampoline.

I started to bounce. The tension and release of each bounce drove me higher and higher into the air. I threw my hands up over my head, reaching for the blue above as I coiled and sprang, coiled and sprang.

Still, I felt a tension inside of me. My throat was itching with it. I sucked a breath into my lungs and as the next bounce propelled me into the air, I exhaled with a quiet, Ahhhh.

It felt good so I did it again, louder this time. Ahhhhh!

And then again, this time the pitch rose into Wooooooooo! which then gave way to an elated almost screaming Wooooooooooohoooooooooooooo

I bounced and screamed and the tension just melted from my body.

Above, I heard the balcony door open and holding baby Zee in his arms, B looked down at me with quizzically.

His only word, "Awesome."

I fucking love that guy.

Hello friends


I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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  1. E

    love it! very visual – I feel less stressed reading that (and need to buy a trampoline)
    Can’t wait to hear about the new note you get from the neighbours…..

  2. Victoria KP

    Brilliant! Cheaper AND faster than therapy.

  3. Melissa

    It is very soothing, you’re right. I like getting on the swing at the park when I can (pesky kids insist on me pushing them though which cuts into my me time considerably).

    Love the pic .. you always have just the right balance of words and visuals.

  4. MJ

    I never realised that bouncing could be up there with bubble baths, wine and chocolate. Makes me wish I had access to a trampoline now…

  5. Kirsty

    ahahaha love it!

  6. Jess

    Bounce therapy… Love it!

  7. Olivia

    I often bounce on the trampoline to dry my hair!! And when i’m at the top of the bounce I have an ocean view… cool!

  8. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Thanks Mel. You always have the right balance of telling me how awesome I am… 🙂

    And yes, swinging is also great. But yes, kids and their needy needs ruin everything.

  9. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    It is right up there and no residual guilt/weight/hangover!

    Also, screaming in the bath is weird….

  10. Ruthy

    Love it!! And love B’s reaction. Sometimes mumma’s have to take time out. Recently had hubby’s big birthday bash and the bit I loved most was not so much the party (which was excellent) but the getting ready for it. I got to chainsaw, move great big bits of wood around the yard, hedge my trees, paint the house, make lists and tick stuff off them…..which all sounds like hard work but I absolutely loved it and revelled in it! I loved the release of doing all that for MY house and MY husband and ultimately ME!! So party came and 100 guests and I was the most unstressed I’d been in a long time 🙂 I love me time 🙂

  11. Angie @ The Little Mumma

    Babe, I so get it! I am jealous just reading that. I am so desperate to get stuff done, to-do lists on top of to-do lists, that any solid blocks of accomplishing stuff is exhilerating. I bet you felt light as a feather!

    So sorry we missed hub’s party. I meant to RSVP. I am so hopeless. xxx


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